ATasteofRome by Lucy Felthouse

Chapter One
     
    Ryan came to the conclusion that perhaps this journey wasn’t
so horrendous after all. He’d been a little miffed that the American girls,
Shanna and Taryn, had wanted to tag along from Paris to Rome with him and
Kristian. He’d been keen not to end up with any chicks who wanted more than a
one-night stand, figuring that any romantic entanglements would screw up their
footloose and fancy-free gap year trip. Their last year of freedom, without
commitment, before they went to University and had to grow up, buckle down.
    In the here and now, however, Ryan decided that Shanna
actually wasn’t that bad. It seemed she was determined to spice up the
never-ending coach trip from Paris to Rome. Eight hundred and seventy miles,
thirteen hours. They’d known when they’d booked it that it would be nigh on
intolerable, but it was the cheapest way to travel. And having sat in the
increasingly stuffy, tiny coach, Ryan could see why. It made cramped seats in
coach class on a flight feel like first class.
    Shanna had removed her jacket as the crap air-conditioning
was utterly failing to cool down the cabin. It had been draped over her lap for
a while before she slid it across so it covered part of his too. Ryan frowned,
wondering why she thought it was a good idea to make him warmer. He was already
melting in the heat. Then she slipped her hand beneath the jacket and moved it
over his crotch. She squeezed his flaccid cock, making her intentions
absolutely clear. He realized that if he continued to stare down at their laps
it would be painfully obvious to anyone who glanced in their direction what
they were up to. So he leaned over and kissed Shanna’s cheek, nuzzling her red
hair out of the way to murmur into her ear.
    “I’m going to try to act natural.” Then, remembering what
had happened to him back in London when he’d ended up with cum-filled boxer
shorts, he added, “Can you, uh, catch it in a tissue?”
    Grinning, Shanna revealed the flimsy white material in her
other hand. It appeared she’d already thought of that. Saucy wench—he liked her.
She was a fun girl, gorgeous-looking and a great lay. Had things been
different, he might have considered pursuing something long-term with her, but
it wasn’t going to happen. He and Kristian had this one chance, this few months
to live life to the fullest, do what they wanted, do who they wanted, go
where they liked, and he wasn’t going to throw it away for a green-eyed, cute-accented
chick. No way.
    He wasn’t worried about upsetting her, though. He knew that
she and her friend had a similar pact and outlook on their European travels.
They too were hooking up, having a good time and moving on.
    Ryan grinned out of the window. Life was good. A sexy girl
was about to get his cock out on a coach and toss him off, and he was heading
to the third destination on his gap year adventure. The Italian capital awaited
and he couldn’t wait to see what it had in store.
    Before he got there, though, he was going to have another
orgasm on public transport. First the toilets on the Eurostar, now beneath a
jacket on a coach. God, what was it with women and doing it in cramped, risky
places? And Blanche—the French bird on the Eurostar—and Shanna weren’t the only
ones he was thinking of. He was beginning to forget what it was like to have
sex in a bed. Not that he was complaining—Christ, no. If a sexy woman
propositioned him, who was he to refuse?
    By now Shanna had undone his belt, button and fly and
released his cock from his boxers. It had taken a while as she’d had to keep
her movements slow, subtle, so no one realized what was happening. As a result
of all the fumbling, his dick was rock hard by the time she got it out, and it
sprung eagerly into her hand.
    She leaned her head on his shoulder and he slipped his arm
around her, pulling her close. Anyone who looked now would just see a couple of
young people having a cuddle. Or possibly a hot redhead sleeping on